First Kiss

The walls painted white as well as the ceiling. The room was equipped with a small heater and next to it a rusty mini refrigerator.

In the middle of the room there was an old bed, and on it a small bump show over the blankets. A short young man with chestnut hair and hazel eyes was curled into a ball, sound asleep. He frowned and grasped the pillow tightly giving the impression of being mad.

The room was messy. The bedside table was crowded into a variety of objects; from a glass of water to a hammer. There was so many clothes on the floor you could barely see it.

Suddenly his phone started ringing, waking him from his sleep. He gave a loud groan and took his phone. He relaxed and took a star-like pose spreading all over the bed. He placed the phone's screen in his face and read:

-Incoming call: Fushimi-

He waited a couple of seconds before answering.

"What the fuck do you want, monkey?"

"Get ready, Yata. I'm in my way…"

Fushimi answered,

"... I don't want to wait so you better hurry up."

He hanged up as fast as he finished talking.

Yata looked at the screen again with an annoyed demeanor. After that he headed to the floor and took a long-sleeved white shirt and a pair of green shorts from the bunch of clothing and put them on.

A knock was heard in the door. Yata strolled barefoot and opened up. A skinny tall man with spiky black hair and blue eyes was waiting. He entered the room and clicked his tongue in disapprovement.

"Virgin, where are your shoes?"

Yata hurled the door shot, "Stop calling me that!". Fushimi took a step forward, leaned into Yata's direction and snapped:

"Make me…"

The short man's face turned red in anger and threw a punch at the other. Both started wrestling. Short time after, because of the mess in the room, Fushimi slipped with one of Yata's trousers and both men fell to the ground.

Yata opened his eyes and his face turned red again. He had fallen on top of Fushimi, and their lips landed together at the process. Yata quickly stood up and started searching for his shoes.

"W-we should go…"

Fushimi sat on the floor and watched the other guy clumsily search in the sea of clothing. A smirk was drawn on his face. He could have fun with this.

Yata was kneeling on the ground when two strong arms wrapped him. He was going to say something but the feeling of Fushimi's tongue on his neck made him shiver.

Yata's face was red as a tomato and he could feel it.

"What the hell do y-" his voice cut as he saw Fushimi looking for his lips. Oh god.

Yata has never kissed a girl before, he was too shy. And now he was going to have his first kiss with a guy? and worst of all with Fushimi? He loathed the idea.

"S-stop…", he muttered.

Fushimi didn't listen; fast enough he already had his lips locked with Yata's. Fushimi could feel the warmth of Yata's face, his heavy breathing, and how he was probably wanting to die.

Unlike Yata, Fushimi has kissed a girl before. Also, he wasn't an airhead as Yata and he didn't felt any type of emotion with the kiss, actually, he only did this to piss Yata off.

The kiss was quite awkward; Yata didn't collaborate so it lasted only a couple of seconds. Fushimi stood up and headed to the door, leaving Yata on the floor, startled and speechless.

"Forget about getting ready, I changed my mind…" Fushimi said as he opened the door. Yata just looks at Fushimi while he says his last phrases and closes the door shut:

"Mi… sa… ki…"

Don't call me that.